(Ok, we are rolling) Hot procession Gloomy conga of glum looking beauties Strolling through the opening scene Where d'you want it? Is your decision honey, my planet or yours? Sectoral heterochromia Aviation in the evening I can feel it coming on Mama told me you should start As you mean, to go wrong Or else you never gonna get it right Señorita Well you need not come Coke head close to me 'Cause I can hear you perfectly clear From here Aviation in the evening I can feel it coming on Mama told me you should start As you mean, to go wrong Or else you never gonna get it right Elementary hallelujahs Annalise's dulcet tones Aviation, in the evening I just can't leave it alone I reckon I just might have broke the ice The colourama in your eyes It takes me on a moonlight drive Is the way you wing it While you figuring it out (You, was that your gun?)